I retired from the SUNY Buffalo English Department in 2004. Have published a dozen or so collections of poems. Such my addiction to the sport of squash racquets my headstone is to read: "ONE MORE GAME?" See more of my poems HERE.​

Note: The Nixon aide John Ehrlichman reported to Nixon that Charles Colson (another aide) had warned that John Dean (the president’s counsel) was “an ass [for ‘asp’] on your bosom.”

​[SIC] TRANSCRIPT GLORIA, or The Body Politician

The transcript recordsthat day’s dark admonition(the tape turning from reel ominous to real grim):in Ehrlichman’s cold voice Colson’s visionof Dean, “He says you got an ass on your bosom.”We have been left to picture the infernal scene.Here a weasel’s, there a wolfish, or woeful, gringleams; then all leers dim: the crook of a question markis dully chiseling its stigma on the boss’s brow-- beneath which one drab eye from its dank crevice nowscuttles, and gapes for light in the nightmare murk.(The tape skips a beat, then loses heart altogether.)But, his finger uplifted, his stage hiss at onceapocalyptic, confidential, some damned duncesagely explicates: “A burro on your breast, sir”-- whose deeper frown demands higher truth, plainer wit.“Oh, Mr. President – there’s a mule on your tit!”

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